Most people seem to associate this fragrance – which Parfums de Nicolai has recently placed on limited distribution, if not discontinued it entirely GAH I AM DISTRAUGHT – with springtime.
And I understand that. I do. The green-gold cast of it, the narcissus and jasmine and galbanum of it, that all says Springtime very clearly. However, I think I might love it even more in the fall of the year. Because the blooming part of it seems to recede when the angle of the sunlight changes and the world goes more golden, and what I smell most in it is its woody notes and lovely green-herb aged patchouli.
I tend to have a complicated relationship with patchouli. The cheaper varieties tend to smell very dusty and earthy to me, dirty in a not-good way. (I mean, dirt, plain dirt in the garden, smells nice. Dirt as in uncleanliness is a whole ‘nother thing.) Aged patchouli with rose is Magickal. Aged patchouli smelling green and alive, the way it does in Le Temps d’une Fete, is smooth and gracious.
You know how in autumn, the late afternoon sun is almost gold as amber? How it slants across fields and through leaves only now turning from green to yellow, looking like a shower of gold fit to dazzle poor Danaë?
Green fields, turning leaves, golden sun: Le Temps d’une Fete in autumn. I turn, and turn, and turn again to it – with joy.